The handwriting inside had changed, now neat and delicate.
——There are always more solutions than difficulties, Nathalie, your future is brilliantly bright!
"???" Alfred Garland craned his neck to sneak a peek, looking over two notes, becoming more confused with each one, and turned to ask Justin Wafford, "What are you guys writing? I can't understand it at all."
Justin Wafford unconsciously glanced at Nathalie Quinlan. He didn't want to say it, but since Alfred kept asking, he had to explain gently, "Earlier, I made a phone call to Nathalie to ask about her scores, and she said she couldn't estimate them. Everyone felt downhearted after hearing it; we were all worried about her. But as the college entrance exams are approaching and the school didn't give a break, nobody could come except for me."